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All-Father, wielder of magic and might,
Join us, sit down by our fire tonight.
Hear our lament, loud, deep, and clear,
For the great heroes we’ll forever revere.
Warriors of legend, brave, fierce, and strong,
Kings and great chiefs, for their guidance we long.
Shamans and healers, with wisdom so vast,
And powerful witches, with their fiery blast.
With his tales and his salves, Hagor stood tall,
Great healer and bard, honored by all.
He laid down his life for his king to survive.
His legacy stands, forever alive.
Great warriors were lost in the history’s mist,
But none of them greater than Krakkar the Fist.
With mace, axe, and swords, all his foes he’d slay,
Till merciless cannons took his life one day.
In shadows and moonlight, Yurko took his stand,
Three fierce vampire nobles fell by his hand.
Five desert assassins, to end him they tried,
But Yurko fought them all, and they screamed as they died.
Young Sathor the Bold, in famine’s cold grip,
Stole a desert king’s crown on a daring night trip.
For camels a hundred, he traded the crown,
Feeding his clan with the bounty he’d found.
Spoken Passage:
The song goes on and on, as the orcs pay homage to the greatest heroes in their twenty-five centuries of glorious history.
Brundar the Thunder, the great chief who held the fortress of Thundercliff against a large army of vampires and serfs, his fierce battle roar causing his enemies to retreat in fear.
Kalga the Weaver, the shaman who gave strength and valor to the wounded warriors of her clan and sent them back into battle, to win one victory after another.
Tarnak Stoneheart, the brave warrior who led the charge at the Broken Peaks through a hail of arrows and spells, never faltering until the giants were defeated.
Larka Flameforge, the fire witch who could shape molten metal with her bare hands, and forged the fabled swords and spears of the Firebrand clan.
Morga Ironshield, the great chief who first united the scattered clans of the Shattered Fang province.
Urzoka Flame-Eye, the fire witch who single-handedly held the eastern gate at the Siege of Darkhold with her wall of flame, until the relief force arrived.
Durok the Protector, the ancient hunter who vanquished the great meat-eating lizards that stalked a wandering clan, and trained two of the clan’s children to become great hunters themselves.
And all the others, heroes of centuries past, now living in their people’s memories.
The orcs honor them all, until they reach the Lament’s final verses.
Into Grok’s fiery cauldron, three lasses did stride,
Fyrra, Korta, Magra, a gift found inside.
With magic’s first touch, from the cauldron they flared,
The first of the witches, their powers declared.
In homage we sing, their greatness we hail,
They’re gone from this world, yet their legacies prevail.
We march in their footsteps, and glory we crave,
So that one day we may join them,
So that one day we may join them,
So that one day we may join them,
In the Lament of the Braves.
Instrumental Metal version: Roman Farafontov
Vocals: Berzan Önen